My First Kiss Was Stolen On National Television

Chapter One

"Becca! Let's get going!" 

 I struggle to sit up from where I am laid down on the couch to see Marie waiting impatiently by the door. Her long blonde hair is curled in loose ringlets around her face, which holds about a pound of makeup and contacts to turn her eyes a dark violet instead of their natural blue. That, coupled with her bright purple summer dress and grey ankle boots, she's the complete opposite of my stringy brown hair, ombre-blue eyes, and sweat-clad body.

 As a matter of fact, the two of us are so different that most people have a hard time believing that we're related at all, much less identical twins. 

 "What are you doing?" I groan, dropping my head onto the back of the couch. "You do realize it's summer right? We don't have any school?" 

 Marie rolls her eyes, before placing a perfectly manicured hand on her hip. "Gee, really? Well, I just thought that whole graduation thing was just another school play you swore you were going to try out for." 

 "What do you want?" I sigh, not really in the mood to go through this again, especially since at this point, it's really too late. Kinda hard to be in a play at a school you no longer go to. Marie doesn't seem to get that though, thanks to her unnatural stubbornness. It's one of the unnattractive traits she got from our mother. 

 "I need you to drive me to work." 

 "Why can't mom?" I whine, flopping back. 

 "Because unlike you, everyone else in this house has a job. Hell, even Lenny is babysitting the Clarkes' kids down the street." 

 "He is?" I shake my head, automatically pitying the poor kids. "I wouldn't trust that boy with a rag doll." 

 "At least he's trying to make some money for himself instead of living off of me." Marie stomps over so she's towering over me with her hands placed firmly on her hips. 

 "Well, why shouldn't I?" I shrug, and struggle to keep eye contact. "You make more than enough money. You even offer it up to me most of the time." 

 My eyes flicker to just the left of her ear and a sense of dread washes through me, especially as she sighs, before smirking. "Alright, Becca. I won. Now get up, and start moving." 

 With a groan, I push myself from the couch and mentally curse my inability to keep eye contact even with my own twin. It's a horrible habit that I picked up thanks to eighteen-and-a-half years of being an introvert. One that never used to irritate me until Marie forced me to make the agreement that whenever we got into an argument, whoever glanced away first lost. Naturally, it was me who ended up doing so 99% of the time, seeing as her, being the stupid extrovert of the family, never once seem to break it. 

 I don't even bother to put on my shoes as I make my way out to the crappy brown Saturn that sits outside our house. It's not like I'll be getting out of it, anyway.

 "I'm so freakin close to finishing my manga." I pout as I pull open the driver side door and slide in.

 "You've read Full Moon about a dozen times." Marie sighs. "The ending isn't going to change." 

 "It's still better than being forced to drive you. When are you going to get your lisence, anyway?"

 Marie shrugs before winking and shooting an irritating smile over my way. I can't help but notice that, as she does so, her hair barely moves with her. God, how much hairspray did she put in, anyway? "Why should I when you do more than enough?" 

 Throwing my words back in my face is a horribly low move to make, but I can't be too upset. After all, she only learned it from the best-and I learned it from my father.